“Not on purpose.” He brushed his thumb over her tight nipple and watched her eyes darken. “I’m not sure what that means anymore, but I plan to do a decent job of driving you crazy.”
“You think that’s what I said?”
“Maybe.” He nudged her gently with his hips. “Am I right?”
“Almost.” She wrapped her legs around his. “I said that I’m crazy about you, too.” She tightened her hold.
And he wasn’t in charge anymore. So not in charge. “Careful.”
Her eyes sparkled as she loosened her grip. “Just evening the score.”
“Fair enough.” He took a long, slow breath. “How do I say I’m crazy about you?”
“Estoy loco por ti.”
“Estoy loco por ti.”
“That’s good.”
“And I am. Muy loco. How about let’s get naked?”
“Yes, let’s.” She reached for the hem of her top.
“I meant, how do you say it?”
She paused with her top pulled halfway up. “You want a Spanish lesson now?”
“I want to love you in Spanish and this is a teachable moment.”
She smiled. “That’s…muy adorable.”
“So? How do you say it?”
“Short or long version?”
“Short.”
“A desnudarse!”
“A desnudarse!”
“Muevete para que pueda hacerio.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Move so I can do it.”
“Oh.” He rolled away and stood so he could shuck his sweats while muttering a desnudarse under his breath.
“Tienes un condon?”
“Si, seniorita.”
“Listen to you, getting comfy with the language!”
“Didn’t need a translation for that one.” Coward that he was, he made sure he was facing her as he took off his sweatshirt.
Not that he’d eliminated the issue. She’d said that she’d felt the scars when stroking his naked back. An ancient rage, one he’d buried deep, stretched and flexed its claws. Closing his eyes, he dipped his head and took a deep breath.
